Pity Harry Reid.
He’s craven. He’s criminally negligent. He’s been living on a fixed income. He’s less commanding than a cardigan-clad Mr. Rogers. He’s less rooted in reality than a cardigan-clad Mr. Rogers chillin’ with King Friday in the Neighborhood of Make-Believe. And yesterday, fighting for his political life, he endured the greatest indignity of all: a Nevada campaign appearance by The ‘Rack. Said the Smoker-in-Chief to the assembled throng at Orr Middle School:
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